He allows my insecurities to mark his skin.
Never reacting in a way that makes me ashamed.
If I am unhinged he holds me, protectively whilst my eccentricities flood our space.
I can share knee jerk reactions and he never looks at me oddly.
No matter how fiercely we may fight, he never holds onto the echos.
Damage is always repairable and if it isn't he will simply adjust and move forward.
He doesn't judge me.
But that is because he knows me better than anyone.
My journal knows me the best.
Natalie Fiawoo ® Blogging on the go...